When I was 18 I drove down to Dallas to visit my uncle (RIP) and pick up my car for xmas. While I was down there he pulled me away from my grandparents and sister and we walked to the auto parts store around the way and during that walk he told me "Boy... one of these days you gotta go pay for a hooker at least one time... best damned pussy you're ever gonna get in your life... No joke! You'll always remember that shit too."
I took it as unc just talking shit but the following summer I was back home in Detroit and was rollin down 8 mile on my way to American Grand Prix when I saw this broad in a white "Move Somethin" dress over near the Bali motel. Light skinned, fat ass, small waist, fine as fuck. Right at that moment I remembered what my uncle said and I pulled into a parking lot and hollered. I figured she was sellin pussy considering this was a stretch of 8 mile known for it and sure as shit she was. Paid $40 for "half and half" and we went next door to her room at the motel.
nigga...
My uncle ain't told na'an lie about that shit. To this day that broad stands as the best piece of ass I've EVER had. Her mouth was like wet velvet and the pussy felt like magic. A young bruh was trying to keep up and put it down but that shit was just entirely too much. About 10 minutes in the pussy and I was done. I actually laid there for about 5 minutes after we were done and the broad started kickin in with me like we could be cool and all that, talmbout "where were you heading to anyways? damn, can I go with you?" "I know how we met and all, but what do you think about taking me out sometime?" "Can I get your phone number and pager number?".
It was hard as fuck to pass on giving her my number; HOARD as fuck. I just had to remember "nigga... this is a hooker you talking to. In 10 minutes she's gonna be back up in here fuckin another nigga and tellin him the same shit and 10 minutes after he leaves she's gonna do it again."
Next time I spoke to my uncle I just told him "You were right unc... you were right".